Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 134 The Old Herbalist's Angry Chicken

"That's... what he's going to use?" The old herbalist pointed at Lü Ziqiao again.

Chen Hong nodded again, "He's overused his kidneys, so he'll need them, he'll need them."

The old herbalist nodded, then looked up and asked, "So, do you want a serving for two people, or a serving for three?"

"Either is fine, I need to use it for many people."

Now it was the old herb farmer's turn to be surprised, "Many people use it?"

“Many people use it.” Chen Hong nodded.

"This herb is very potent," the old herb farmer warned.

"Make it as potent as you can; I want the strongest drug."

The old herbalist hesitated before taking a box out of his sleeve.

"This is my strongest medicine."

"I guarantee you'll use it once and want to use it a second time."

Zeng Xiaoxian and Lu Ziqiao, who had just been saying they were fine, suddenly brightened up.

He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on the medicine box.

Hu Yifei, Chen Meijia, and the other women spat disdainfully.

"Tsk, man."

"What kind of riddles are you two talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying!"

Guan Gu Shenqi looked bewildered. "Chinese culture is so profound. Are there still many polysemous words that I haven't learned?"

Lu Zhanbo whispered a few words in Guan Gu Shenqi's ear.

Guan Gu Shenqi looked like he had just realized something.

"Oh! Sogasne."

"You really are someone who learns until you're old."

"No, with such good stuff, how can I not get a share?"

"I want one too! I want one too!"

"Guan Gu, I despise you."

Lu Zhanbo sat for three seconds, then couldn't stand it anymore. "Okay, I want one too."

"We despise you all."

Hu Yifei and the other women pointed at Lu Zhanbo and the others in unison.

The old herbalist, however, held the herbs tightly and stretched out one hand.

"Ten in total, 30 silver dollars."

"Hiss!" Lu Ziqiao and the other two gasped in unison, exclaiming in unison:

"Why don't you go and grab it?"

"Hmph! One of the main ingredients in my medicine has to be collected from Ping Mountain. Every time, I risk my life to get it. It's incredibly precious."

The old herb farmer turned his head away, "This is the price, take it or leave it."

"So we don't even have the silver dollars of this era," Lu Ziqiao muttered to himself.

"I have."

Chen Hong chuckled and pulled out 30 silver dollars from his pocket.

They were placed on the old herbalist's table with a clattering sound.

The old herbalist's eyes lit up, and he quickly reached for the silver dollars.

Lu Ziqiao and the others stared wide-eyed.

"Boss, where did you get this money?"

Chen Hong smiled and said, "It's just industrial silver. I have plenty of it. I can refine as much as I want."

Lu Ziqiao, Hu Yifei, and others all gave a thumbs up.

They all shouted, "Boss is awesome!"

Lu Ziqiao, who loved money, had a sudden inspiration. "Hey, boss, this is a business opportunity!"

Chen Hong, however, didn't care at all. "Money is just dirt, just numbers."

"That's enough."

"If I can buy something good, I will naturally make a purchase."

"Don't get any funny ideas, it would be bad if it caused chaos."

"Oh." Lu Ziqiao sat down dejectedly, looking lost and dejected.

Hu Yifei looked at Lu Ziqiao and the others with disdain, "Look, look, Chen Hong's awareness is much higher than yours."

"This level of sophistication and awareness is beyond your reach."

Lu Ziqiao rolled his eyes. "That's because the boss isn't short of money, okay?"

“But we’re short of them,” Lu Ziqiao, Zeng Xiaoxian, and the others said in unison.

"Alright, alright, if you follow me, you'll never be short of money."

Chen Hong casually mentioned something, and Zeng Xiaoxian and the others came running over to massage his shoulders and back.

The old herbalist blew on each silver dollar to listen to the sound, and carefully examined the patterns and carvings, but he couldn't see anything special about them; they were indeed genuine coins.

The kind that can be spent.

So the old herbalist accepted the silver dollar and gave the medicine to Chen Hong.

Chen Hong accepted the special medicine.

Just then, a loud and clear rooster crowed, piercing the sky.

A fat man who looked silly walked out of the room.

When Chen Hong and the others saw this fat man, the image of "Dog Egg" immediately popped into their minds.

The fat man casually picked up a machete and said to the old herbalist, "Dad, I'm going to kill the chicken."

The old herbalist waved his hand dismissively, "Kill them if you want, but be quick about it."

"Okay." The fat man nodded in agreement, picked up his knife, and was about to go into the chicken coop to kill a chicken.

"and many more!"

Chen Hong reached out to stop the fat man.

Seeing the old herbalist and the others looking at him, Chen Hong smiled and explained:

"Heaven cherishes life."

"How about this, I'll offer 10 silver dollars to buy this chicken?"

The old herbalist immediately laughed, "Young man, have you ever heard the saying, 'A dog doesn't live eight years, and a chicken doesn't live six'?"

"What does this mean?" Chen Meijia asked in a daze.

Chen Hong casually explained: "It comes from the Book of Yi Yao, which means that animals that stay with humans for a long time and watch people talk and do things every day will eventually absorb human energy and spirituality and become demons or monsters."

Therefore, we must kill them before they develop human-like abilities, lest they wreak havoc on the world.

Hu Yifei scoffed, "Nonsense, what monsters come from in this world?"

"So, if that's the case, then we can't keep any of our pets for too long, otherwise they'll all become sentient?"

Chen Hong explained: "The demons mentioned here are not the kind of monsters and ghosts you understand."

The book *Yi Yao* categorizes anything illogical as a demon; in other words, it refers to unusual phenomena that people cannot yet comprehend.

"So that's how it is." Hu Yifei suddenly realized and stopped caring.

"This young man knows quite a lot," the old herbalist smiled slightly, giving Chen Hong a high-class look.

Instead of boasting, Chen Hong continued, "Old herbalist, are you going to sell this chicken or not?"

"No, no, I won't sell," the old herb farmer waved his hands repeatedly.

"My chicken can ward off the five poisons. I can go up Ping Mountain to collect herbs, all thanks to it."

This chicken, Baoji!

The old herbalist gave a thumbs up.

"100 silver dollars, will you sell?"

"Not for sale."

"300 silver dollars, will you sell?"

"Not for sale, not for sale."

"Hey!" Lu Ziqiao rolled up his sleeves. "You old man, you're clearly trying to raise the price on the spot."

"I said I wouldn't sell, and that's final. No amount of money will sell it to me." The old herb farmer was very stubborn.

"Hahaha." Zeng Xiaoxian chuckled slyly. "Old man, it would be such a waste to kill you if you had several hundred silver dollars to sell."

The old herbalist stubbornly replied, "I can kill the chickens I raise, and I can choose not to sell them. The power of life and death is in my hands."

No one can interfere with my decision.

"Hey! I have such a bad temper!"

Lu Ziqiao rolled up his sleeves.

Chen Hong raised his hand to stop them.

"How about this, let's have a competition. Whoever can call this chicken out gets to keep it."

If I call the chicken out, the chicken is mine, and I'll give you 100 silver dollars.

If you call the chicken out, the chicken is still yours, and you'll still receive 100 silver dollars.

how is it? "

The old herb farmer figured that no matter the outcome, he was guaranteed to win.

In addition, Chen Hong's gaze provoked him, which also stirred his competitive spirit.

So he nodded in agreement.

The old herbalist took out the Ganoderma lucidum, which chickens love to eat, and called out to them with "cluck cluck cluck".

But the chicken refused to come out.

It was Chen Hong's turn.

Chen Hong stood in front of the chicken coop and released his terrifyingly powerful life force.

"Gluck... cluck..."

The chicken walked back and forth, nodding its head repeatedly.

Through the gaps in the bamboo strips, he secretly observed Chen Hong.

Its eyelids blinked and blinked, just like a human's, with the eyelids growing on top and blinking downwards.

It's completely different from how ordinary chickens blink from bottom to top.

He strode out of the chicken coop, looking very proud.

Its entire body is covered in bright yellow feathers, a vibrant color.

Most importantly, its tail is large and bushy, with five colors, as magnificent as a phoenix tail.

The rooster's comb is bright red and stands tall.

The chicken claws, like iron hooks, gleamed coldly and gripped the ground with remarkable stability.

It clucked and stared at Chen Hong.

Sudden.

It spread its wings.

These wings are extremely long, far exceeding those of ordinary domestic chickens.

It flaps its wings, much like a bird flying in the wild.

then.

It really did take flight.

“Chuckles!…”

A loud cry!

It sounded like the cry of a phoenix.

Its sound is as clear and resonant as a set of chimes.

It pierces the sky, continuously transmitting its message into the distance.

Everything was silent.

Which insect dares to make a sound?
The woods fell silent instantly.

Only its high-pitched cry remains, suppressing everything.

The sunlight shone on it, making it radiate colorful light.

Look at this chicken, hovering and soaring in the sky.

Everyone was stunned.

"This...this is a chicken?"

Lu Zhanbo couldn't believe it, his eyebrows and eyes twitching.

The colorful chicken flew for a few seconds before landing on Chen Hong's shoulder, greedily inhaling the life force emanating from him.

"how?"

Chen Hong looked at the old herbalist with a smile.

The old herbalist bowed deeply, saying, "I admire you, I admire you."

"You are a master, and I have been presumptuous."

"You old man, you actually know a bit about Central Plains culture," Lu Ziqiao said with a grin, putting his arm around the old herbalist's shoulder.

The old herb farmer replied with a smile, "When I was young, I went out to make my way in the world."

"No wonder." Everyone suddenly realized that the old man spoke Mandarin so fluently.

Chen Hong left the ten silver dollars with the old herbalist.

Then it was time to leave.

"Wait!" the old herbalist called out.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Hong and the others turned around.

"I've come all the way to Beiji Mountain to pay my respects. Beiji Mountain is full of auspicious purple energy. Of the seventy-two famous mountains in the world, only this one shines with golden light." The old herbalist clasped his hands in greeting.

Listening to the old herbalist's slang, Chen Hong chuckled: "So you're from the Taoist Golden House Thunder Altar, that's interesting."

Chen Hong also followed suit and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"The cold dynasty emperor pondered the rise and fall of dynasties, and wandered the world with a sword and wine."

White clouds fill the vast expanse of the rivers and lakes; I roam freely and unrestrained.

Idly combing my white hair in the slanting sunlight, I take my fishing rod and seek a secluded path.

A zither, a sword, a cup of tea—the room is filled with heavenly fragrance, a fairy's abode.

The old herbalist was immediately filled with respect and repeatedly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"So he was a reclusive master who disdained kings and nobles."

"I was blind, my apologies."

The old herbalist bowed deeply.

Chen Hong turned and left.

Qin Yumo and the others followed behind him.

The old herbalist stood up, watching Chen Hong and the others walk away, and sighed repeatedly.

"Chen Hong, what's so special about this chicken?" Lin Wanyu asked curiously, looking at the colorful chicken on Chen Hong's shoulder.

"It."

"It is a rare and exotic animal, as it is the Nuqing Chicken, which can only be raised in Nuqing County."

"He's a phoenix."

"A phoenix offspring?" Lin Wanyu exclaimed in surprise. "It has phoenix blood?"

"Yes." Chen Hong nodded affirmatively.

"The Angry Rooster is a descendant of the phoenix in this world."

Although it has been a long time and its bloodline has thinned, the blood of the phoenix does indeed flow in its veins.

They are born to be the nemesis of the five poisons.

Its loud, clear cry can dispel evil spirits and poisonous mirages, and drive away ghosts and demons.

"So impressive!" Lu Ziqiao and the others exclaimed in surprise.

"Then wouldn't it be able to transform into a beautiful phoenix?" Qin Yumo clasped her hands in front of her chest, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"That depends on fate," Chen Hong shook his head.

A blue hand reached out and covered the chicken's head, altering its perception.

From then on, the Angry Rooster would be loyal to Chen Hong and become his devoted pet.

Suddenly, the Angry Sun Chicken started clucking and turning its head back and forth.

It was clucking and flapping its wings in one direction.

Chen Hong looked over and said, "It seems the Angry Rooster has discovered a demon."

"Go and have a look."

(End of this chapter)